Tiki Bar with Radio Freq, The Pricks & FART Premiere!

We had the chance to throw a show at the Tiki Bar with our good buddies, The Pricks. Once we had that settle it started to turn into a drunken carnival of sorts as we added another sick band from LA, Radio Freq. Next we rounded up buddies to come show off their old school cars and threw a video screening on top with the help of Freedom Artists showcasing their new film, FART (Freedom Artists Road Trip) which I filmed on a hellish week long road trip in their 1970's RV dubbed The Shitbox. So yeah, it was a conglomeration of many groups of friends doing many activites with one main thing in common, Let's PARTY.

The outside of the Tiki Bar definietely had a nice house-party kind of vibe. Especially if all the guests you invited smoked cigs.

Radio Freq played right after the FART movie screening by Freedom Artists.

If you want another drink, my friend here will gladly pour you one.

Radio Freq traveled from the far away land of LA to play the show, thanks!

Big thanks to Trever, who apparently spent some time on Jager st.

Radio Freq.

That guy on the right is wearing grey sweat pants.

Pascal about to give away 300 Freedom Artist hats.

Radio Freq rocking.

Popp, getting it right on the temple.

Heyyyyyyyayyyyy!

No you're the guyyyy.

Boozings.

Tom Flexing.

Just a quick check.

Crowe blasted by the flash.

Our terrible attempt at making a photo booth area.

Ladies.

Women.

Chino made it down from SF! But he forgot the Vader mask...

What friends are for.

Jack n Coke face.

Oh hey!

To Char by

Charlie is a ghost.

Thanks!

Sneaky beers.

Ford, wowing girls.

Mr. Ed doing the robot.

Brough art hanging.

George on a roll with a happy Yoches.

The Pricks getting the place hyped.

I'm sorry, they call it capacity...

Brophy.

Brophy arm.

A tupman.

Cocktail earrings.

A good wine out of a beer bottle.

Blondes.

Tupman.

Yoches, sip break.

Maddness.

Trying to shit a genie out.

Pricks people.

Sticky and Kat.

Yoch banging.

Cutie pie Spides.

Later we set up that table on top of those chairs and did backyard wrestling body slams until the table broke.

Brophy the bartender.

Pricks view.

What was he making?

Pricks.

Kast.

Stripes and colors.

Cash money.

...Lost

After The Pricks played the dancing continued forever....

Dance party!

Hoodlums.

Parking lot lurkers.

Brophy's concoction.

Important time-saving approach.

Thanks to Kyle, Leah, Joe and eveyone at the Tiki Bar!!!

Laser eyes means it's time to leave.

Duddy.

After house maddness.

Girls get brain hurts.

It's hard to see his expression with the Shores tag but Elliot on the left, is super psyched to drive our drunk asses home.... oh waitm we want food first..... haha, thanks man!